Lucian sprinted out of his house in a burst of motion, his head turning as he rapidly scanned his surroundings.
Cold air struck his face, carrying with it the faint metallic smell that never left the streets.
His eyes flickered down briefly to the ground, taking in the corpses, before lifting again, sweeping across the entire space as far as his vision allowed.
He didn't know where Lia had gone, and there was no way of knowing it.
There was no network—otherwise, he could have simply called her.
His fists clenched as he took a random route, running in that direction.
The sky was dim and dark, though faint hints of orange were beginning to bleed through. The sun was about to rise.
But it was still dark—though that didn't matter to him, given his night vision.
His hurried steps echoed in his ears as they struck the road.
About a minute passed, but there was no one—only corpses and a heavy, suffocating silence.
